Qin Jiaran, following his gaze, jumped in shock and quickly hid the paper in her hand behind her back, crumpling it into a ball.
Her complexion was unnaturally pale, and she looked extremely weak. "Mr. Huo, I didn't expect to meet you here, what a coincidence."
Huo Jingting ignored her feigned greeting and repeated his earlier question, "Miss Qin, are you ill?"
His gaze was unabashedly fixed on her, as if it had the power to see through her, exposing all her hidden secrets.
Qin Jiaran's breathing was labored—she had forgotten to put away the paper, and Huo Jingting had likely already seen the writing on it.
Her menstrual cycle was a month late, and she hadn't had it for two months. She initially thought it was due to staying up late and hormonal imbalance, but the growing aversion to food in recent days, which made her unable to eat at all, had forced her to consider the possibility.